The Amazing Mr. Blunden (1972)
Mr. Blunden: Do you think you'd be afraid if you saw... a ghost? These ghosts would appear to you very much like ordinary people... children of your own age, or even an old man, such as myself.
[the children are keen to see some real ghosts]
Mr. Blunden: As they grow older they lose their power to believe in the unlikely.
[about the Allen's new home]
Bus Driver: Ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties, that place 'as got 'em.
Lucy Allen: Please let us be happy here... and don't let there be any ghosts.
Georgie Latimer: You can be a ghost, but you don't have to be dead.
Mrs. Wickens the Housekeeper: Thirty thousand pounds if 'e snuffs it!
Mr. Blunden: They must not run away, Mrs. Wickens. Lock them up!
Sara Latimer: Someone is trying to tell us how to escape; not to another place, but to another time.
[the children try to discover if a substance is poisonous]
Georgie Latimer: I'm not giving it to her because I think it is poison, I'm only making sure it isn't! Why are you pulling a funny face? It's either Mrs. Wickens or her cat, and that cat never did anyone any harm!
Mr. Blunden: I have suffered for 100 years... tormented by my own conscience. It seemed more like a thousand years.
Thomas: Miss Sara. Is she alright?
Jamie Allen: They're alive, but I can't wake them up, Tom. They've been drugged!
Jamie Allen: [Standing at the bottom of the burning staircase trying to rescue Georgie] I would if I could. I would, Georgie, I would!
Mr. Blunden: James, we will go together. The fire will not touch you... Now is the time. Look straight ahead, and don't be afraid.
Lucy Allen: You're too late, Mr. Blunden! You're always too late!
Lucy Allen: [Talking to the house] It's all very well for you, you'll belong to somebody again. But what about us? Where do we belong?
Mr. Blunden: [To Sara] Do stop sniveling in front of the servants. It will do no good!
Jamie Allen: Are you Smith?
Mr. Clutterbug: I beg your pardon?
Jamie Allen: Are you Smith? Blunden, Claverton and Smith.
Mr. Clutterbug: No sonny-jim, I am Mr. Clutterbug.
Jamie Allen: You should be pleased.
Mr. Clutterbug: Why?
Jamie Allen: No one could forget a name like that.
Mr. Claverton: It is a silly name.
Mr. Clutterbug: I'm sorry... sir.
Mrs. Wickens the Housekeeper: Now where's she going for her honeymoon like she says; Paris, Rome... even if its only the Isle of Wight for God's sake put her out of her misery!
Uncle Bertie: It may well be the Isle of Wight dear mother-in-law.
Bella: The Isle of Wight? God strewth!
Uncle Bertie: Steady dearest. The truth is financially I am hopelessly embarassed, hopelessly, I haven't said so as I had no wish to spoil our wedding day.
Mrs. Wickens the Housekeeper: Well you're having a darn good try Albert!